COLD TREATMENTS

There have existed four days since the scolding I received from Adrian, meaning it's a Friday. The sun has already gone down, dusk is taking over, and I am currently desolately straddled at our favourite locale in the kitchen, reminiscing about how horrible the week has been. I know I had said that my monthly cycle weeks are disastrous ones, but please, I take that back now. The cold and tight-lipped antidote I have received from Adrian these past four days is way too much and has not allowed me to rest.

He is awfully distant. We don't share coffee anymore. We don't talk, and if we do, it's only greetings, and maybe a question here and there which is only about his daughter. To top it all off, I was discontinued from taking Angel to and from school. He wakes up early to prepare her and drops her off at school then he proceeds to his work. In the evening, he sends the chauffeur to pick her up from school, and take her to him in his office. I am left here with almost no work at all, and